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Peter's POV (Btw, I've given up on doing thematically relevant cover photos)

I woke up early morning to feel someone against me. I had my arms wrapped around them and I had my mask on. Suddenly, I felt a searing pain in my chest and the events of the night before came flooding back to me. I realized that Y/N was the one pressed up against my chest and my face immediately turned bright red. We may have fallen asleep on opposite sides of the bed, but that's definitely not where we ended up. She was so warm and comforting. No, I can't do this. She doesn't know it's me, and I don't ever want to subject her to something she doesn't want to do.

I was about to pull away from her and go to the couch when she wrapped her arms around my neck and her grip tightened on me. Her hands started unconsciously running through the curls at the base of my neck. 'Oh well, I shouldn't disturb her' I thought, also happy to stay in this position. The feeling of her hands running through my hair lulled me back to sleep.

Y/N's POV

I woke up at around 8 am with my arms around someone' neck. I remembered the night before... I'm cuddling with SPIDER-MAN. I felt like I should be weirded out, He could be 30 years old, but he felt so familiar. And I don't think he's old. He had a young voice and build. Plus, he's a shortie. I don't know, maybe I'm just trying to convince myself because the spot against his chest felt so natural. And he was so warm and inviting. His hair was peeking out from underneath the mask and I ran my fingers through the curls. They were so soft. Something inside me told me it was okay.

After cuddling with him for an unknown amount of time, I got up to make breakfast, trying not to disturb him. I started flipping some pancakes, and I put on some music. After mixing the batter, I cut up some strawberries. I hadn't had pancakes in forever, and they brought me back to Sundays with my mom. I smiled softly at the memoru

Peter's POV

I woke up to the absense of Y/N, and the smell of pancakes. I heard soft music playing. I walked out of the bedroom, and saw Y/N softly singing and making pancakes. She looked so angelic, with the sunlight streaming through her hair. I crossed my arms and leaned against the doorway admiring her for a minute before she noticed I was up.

"Oh hey, I made breakfast if you want some," she said with a smile.

"Thanks," I softly said, and in a split second decision I walked up to her and hugged her from behind, resting my head on her shoulder. What can I say? I couldn't resist. She laughed and ruffled my hair. She plated the food, and sat down with me at the counter.

"So, um, I should probably say that I don't normally do this. You seem super nice, but I... I like someone else," she said awkwardly. I stiffly nodded, realizing she was probably talking about that guy from the Delmar's, Ryder was it? I lifted up my mask, and started to eat. "He kinda looks like you actually. Same pink lips," she muttered, then turned a shade darker, noticing that I heard. I would be flattered, except for the fact that I didn't want to be compared to him. I looked away, but she kept talking. "My friend, well, he said that this guy liked me back, but I don't know," Wait, what friend? There's no way I would endorse that relationship, and none of the avengers are here. Maybe she has another friend? "He hasn't texted me or talked to me in a while, and I think he might be mad at me," she continued. But, she saw Ryder yesterday? Was it possible she was talking about... No, that's not possible.

I suddenly remembered about the Fire Girl headline on the news. I couldn't ask about it now because Spider-Man doesn't know that Y/N has fire powers, only Peter Parker does. I dedided on asking subtly. "So, if your Stark's daughter does that make you an avenger?"

"Nah, he doesn't want me hurt, but that'snot to say I'm not capable," she winked.

We finished breakfast, and I said, "Alright, I should probably go, crime doesn't wait," she nodded.

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